Shallow Be Thy Game (The Countess x Fem!Reader SMUT)
request 1: “could you write a fic where the countess gets jealous over the reader and then smut? thanks.”
request 2: “anything with the countess 😍❤️”
request 3: “Could you please do a countess x fem reader?”
request 4: “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE, YOU SHOULD WRITE MORE ABOUT ELIZABETH! YOUR LAST SMUT WAS INCREDIBLE!”
request 5: “my lesbian ass needs more smut about elizabeth in this damn site 😭💔”
a/n: Lovelies, calm your vaginas LMFAO! I feel selfishly pleased to be writing about my bae, not even gonna lie here. Seriously, I hope you guys enjoy this one.
Summary: After feeling possessive towards her baby girl, The Countess shows you who you belong to.
Warnings: explicit sex, bondage, knife play, dom & sub Dynamics.
You giggled softly as you downed another glass of alcohol. Your friend rested his hand on your knee, smirking at your visibly tipsy state.
People could always tell when you were drunk. Perhaps, it was related to the way your eyelids would hang a little bit more than when you were sober; or the way your spine would be slightly bent…Just those small details, you know?
In your drunken state, you did not realise your friends’ eyes shamelessly scanning the cleavage on your black dress, roaming down to take in the rest of your (y/b/t) figure. You didn’t notice the smell of hunger in his gaze.
“You know, you look pretty hot (y/n).” He slurred, placing his hands on your thighs, sliding them up and down your skin. Furrowing your eyebrows, you held his wrists, pulling his hands off you. “Awww sweetheart, come on. You know you want this.”
“N-no…” You mumbled, shaking your head. “I-I- already have someone.”
“Hummm, I don’t see anyone around…” He smirked.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw her standing behind you in all of her glory. Your sin, your soul. The Countess. Before you could say anything, you felt a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist from behind, the grip had nothing but possessiveness withing it.
His features turned into an odd mixture of surprise, confusion, and slight fear. Of course, he wasn’t expecting that sudden remarkable presence. The Countess slid her gloved finger over the soft skin of your cheek, causing goosebumps to form over your skin.
“You have heard her, asshole.” She said coldly, her fresh breath hitting your neck as she spoke. “Now get the fuck out of my hotel before I make you.”
And so he did. The fact that just her voice could intimidate anyone has always fascinated you. She was the essence of femine power.
The man grabbed his backpack and stumbled out of the bar, practically running to the exit. He wouldn’t dare to challenge that woman. Even without really know her, he wasn’t stupid enough not to realise she could bring him serious damage if he didn’t comply to her orders.
You softly gasped, now completely sobered up, looking over your shoulder to meet that burning, dangerous gaze contrasting with her cold aura that you’d loved since the very first time.
Her eyes held the same greenish tint of the most beautiful forest you had ever stared at. They were full of hidden mysteries and inner pain. The forest which you had the audacity of exploring. But inside that same damn place, you’d gotten lost, and you didn’t know how to find yourself anymore. Honestly, you had no desire of being found.
You were hers, and hers alone. Her beautiful, slutty pet, who only she was the one to possess. Elizabeth hated the thought of somebody else watching her property like that. That man wasn’t anyone. He couldn’t degrade you, only she could. He couldn’t deliver to you what she could. Your body, your mind was hers. And she was known for her selfishness.
You sheepishly blinked your eyes, whimpering slightly. Elizabeth smiled, being aware of the effect she had on you. Your legs split open a little wider out of habit, and your cheeks were slightly tinted in a light shade of red. Your eyes were insecure and cautious. Of course, she noticed it.
“Come, little one. We are going back to the bedroom.”
The Countess didn’t give you any time to protest as she grabbed your wrist, pulling you up and out of the bench you were sat on. She silently dragged you all the way over to your shared fancy suite. You nervously looked around, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. All of the artwork seemed to be alive, staring and judging you.
“What’s wrong? Are you mad or something?” You softly asked, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Oh no, pet. You didn’t do anything wrong. You are my good little girl.” She assured whilst cracking her head to the side. Elizabeth pushed you down onto the softness of the mattress, which was covered in silk Greek sheets. You gasped at her sudden dominance. “It’s not you. It’s that friend of yours. I don’t trust him.” She snarled and graciously climbed on the bed, sitting with your waist between her thighs; as if she could cage you forever.
You whimpered, trying to sit up, only being stopped by her gloved hands gripping your shoulders and shoving you back down.
She bent down so her front was pressed to yours. Her breasts rubbed your chest, her lips really close to yours.
“You remember that you are mine, right?” Elizabeth inquired, her hot breath intoxicating your nostrils. She smelled like mint-flavored Marlboros, French perfume, and antient whiskey.
“Yes…” You moaned out as you felt her lips on your neck. She tsked you, bringing her hand down to slap your covered wetness, causing you to yelp.
“Yes, what?” She sternely asked, eagerly waiting for your response.
“Yes, mistress!” You breathlessly replied and she hummed in approval. She slid her hands down your frame, finally reaching the ham of your dress. Grabbing a hold of its fabric, she slowly pulled the clothing out of you; displaying your tempting body to her sinful eyes.
“Good girl. That’s mistress’s good girl.” The Countess praised. She silently reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a pair of pink furry handcuffs, holding it out in front of your face. “Hands above your head, pet.”
“Yes, mistress.” You complied, uniting your hands together and raising them up. She sweetly smiled while cuffing your hands together.
“Good girl. Now you keep those there for your mistress.” She assuringly rubbed your arms and licked her full, reddish lips.
You eagerly nodded your head, causing her to chuckle deeply.
She stood up again, leaving you there bound and sexually frustrated. You knew better than to fuss. She knew better.
Since you met The Countess your life had not been the same. For the very first time in your life, you’d felt like you belonged. When you were with her, everything was different.
The world could consider you a piece of garbage. A nothing. But for her, you were everything. You felt like everything. She made you feel special.
Being in love with The Countess was like being addicted to heroin, a stairway to the light, that you always wanted to climb higher and higher. Though, you damn well knew, that it would destroy you when you fell all the way down. It’d be the death of you.
But you couldn’t care less.
You were thrown out of your reveries once you felt the mattress dipping, instantly sending your (y/e/c) orbs to shoot open.
“Shhhh, little one.” She huskily said.
Your eyes travelled down her figure, blushing deeply at the known accessory around her hips. Even though you were used to it, you couldn’t help but still be slightly timid about it.
“Can’t you handle Mistress’s cock, huh?” Elizabeth teased as she slid her fingers through the strap on, draining a whimper out of your lips. You felt your mouth watering at the sight and you unconsciously undid the knot on your throat with a silent gulp. “Oh, you want it, don’t you? Aren’t you Mistress’s dirty little pet? You want Mistress’s cock inside your little pussy, don’t you?”
You frantically nodded your head, releasing a string of needy whines.
Elizabeth hummed in approval, smirking widely.
“Please, Mistress. I need you…please. You’re the only one I want. Please, give me what I need. Please.” You pleaded, wrapping your thighs around her waist to keep her close.
Without saying anything else, she gently held your knees, spreading your legs. Elizabeth shook one of her hands, causing the sharp blade of the silver glove to pop up, cutting through the air.
You cowarded slightly at that and she grinned back at you. Leaning down, she pressed her index finger against your chest, the strength she was putting on was enough to hurt slightly, but not to cut your skin.
She slid her fingers all the way down your body, causing goosebumps to pop out of your skin. You whimpered, unconsciously squirming under her touch as you felt that old familiar tingle between your legs. You’d rub your thighs together, but her body kept your legs apart.
Finally, her index fingers pressed between your covered wetness. You widened your eyes, whimpering at the sensation. The Countess chuckled, teasingly puckering up her lower lip.
“Awww, does that make you nervous, pet?” She purred in your ear.
“Uhum…” You nodded, gasping when she pressed it harder.
“Yeah? Hummm?” She teased. “One little wrong movement, and mistress can really hurt you.”
You shut your eyes tightly as she cut the fabric of your panties. As expected, she did not hurt you. Actually, she was just testing your trust.
“See, pet? Mistress would never hurt you on purpose.” She snarled, gently smacking your cheek to make a point.
“Sorry, Mist-” You were abruptly cut off when she slammed the dildo into your entrance. “Ahhhh! Mistress!” You practically cried out.
Elizabeth growled down at you, bringing her soft hands to grip your hips tightly, making sure to squeeze just enough to leave bruises.
She felt so good inside you. She filled you up so perfectly, and with each rough thrust of her hips, she could genuinely rub your g-spot.
“Yes, mistress! It feels so good!” You screamed, jerking your own hips forward to meet her pace. She smirked, pounding you fastly, but still, deeply.
“You feel so good wrapped around your Mistress’s cock, my pet.” She moved her hands to hold your waist, bending down to press her front against yours. You wrapped your legs around her thin figure out of instinct, desperately needing to feel her close to you. You wanted her. You craved for your bodies to fuse together.
She slid one arm between you both and brought two fingers to rub your clit as she implacably pounded you. Your jaw dropped open at the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were being provided.
Elizabeth started tracing firm circles against your sensitive bud of nerves. You allowed your eyes to roll to the back of your head at the heightened sensations.
You feel a tightening feeling in your lower abdomen, something that sends your heart to pump the blood to your veins in a faster manner. For a moment, it felt as if someone had slid ice cubs all the way down your spine.
“Mistress! I-i’m gonna cum…” You let out a needy cry, to which she quickened her pace in response. She started to furiously rub you, making you scream and writhe underneath her.
“Fucking cum, then. Cum for your mistress, pet.” The countess demanded, to which your body almost instantly complied to.
You released a string of loud whines, drown out cries as you reached your orgasm, cumming all over Elizabeth’s toy.
She smirked down at you, keeping herself buried in your pussy, just being selfishly pleased to have you there.
The Countess held your face in her hands, taking in just how beautiful you were. She leaned down, brushing her soft lips against your forehead, reassuringly.
“Good girl. Very good girl.” She praised and you giggled softly.
Finally, she pulled out of you, dropping to your side. She lovingly held your thigh, placing it on top of her waist. You turned to your side as well, bringing your cuffed hands down to wrap your arms around her neck.
“Who do you belong to, my pet?” She possessively asked.
“I belong to you, mistress.”
She smiled, pleased with your response.
“Don’t worry, little one. Mistress will make sure to remind you of that.”
